"Nothing more-" he said, as if agreeing to his request, pointlessly. God, he needed to sober up. It was like he could hear what he was saying, but he didn't recognise it as him.
"Mmhmm, I know, thanks for- noticing," he teased. "Hmm? I can't say it was quite so instant for me. More of a slow-burner, you- crept up on me, and then-" he sighed, enjoying the feeling of Q's fingers in his hair. "You're- nice," he told him simply.
He let his hands drop away, allowing Q to take care of him without argument. "Will it? Be better in the morning? No- no, because I'll have a hangover in the morning, Q. That won't be better at all!" he complained, and then laughed. Because it was kind of funny. Well, not funny. But he was drunk, so it was a bit.
Q moved to get dressed, and James rolled onto his side, looking over at him longingly. "Oh, Q. I really like you, Q."